Hey Crashers!

This book's probably going to be updated a lot less frequently now, since I'm making chapters for my Jason Todd fanfic, and I'm in the midst of making a Dick Grayson X Reader book, AND school's killing my writing moods.

So, yeah, thanks for understanding!

Y/N - Your Name
S/H/N - superhero name
H/C - hair colour
H/L - hair length
E/C - eye colour

Enjoy and stay crash!
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"Tell me again, why am I doing this?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at Dick.

"Because you're the perfect age, Y/N. I know you already hate Bruce's Charity Balls, but at least Tim's going with you." The black haired vigilante explained.

Truth is, you had a huge crush on Tim ever since Bruce Wayne 'adopted' you,  and the fact that Dick was sending you and him on a covert mission as a couple wasn't helping that.

The mission was to get closer to the Court of Owl's Grand Master. Maybe even find out which of Gotham's richest he actually is. A few weeks ago, Damian had come across an entrance to one of their meeting places, and tonight they were having a 'ball' of some sort there. Which meant the Grand Master would be in attendance.

Snorting in annoyance, you gave up on trying to argue your way out. Maybe you'd be able to dance with Tim, at least.

Looking in the full-length mirror, you admired your appearance. Babs had pinned up your hair and put a light makeup around your eyes. You had been forced to put on a floor-length F/C dress that she'd picked out for you. She insisted you needed to 'look the part'.

"Alfred better have made two batches of cookies for me when I get back." You growl. Dick knew you could always be made happy by Alfred's cookies, so he had already asked him to make some.

"Sure, now go, you don't want to be late for the court." He ushered you to the car. It was a black Rolls Royce, which Bruce had begrudgingly bought especially for the mission.

"Tim's not ev-" you spoke too soon, as you started your sentence Tim strolled into the Batcave wearing a tuxedo with his hair slicked back. There was a small light purple pocket square neatly folded into his jacket's pocket, it was the only part of it that was colourful.

"Hey, Y/N, you ready to go?" He asked, jumping into the driver's side.

"Y-yeah, 'course." You said, hopping into the opposite side. Before you could shut the door, Dick handed you two owl masks.

"Don't forget to wear these when you enter, we don't know if you'll need them or not, but just to be sure."

You gave a quick nod, taking them from him and placing them on your lap. Dick shut your door as Tim started up the engine and began to drive in the direction of the ball.

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You and Tim had gotten into the building without a problem, and were happily conversing with other members of the court, trying to blend in. Tim seemed to be better at it than you.

Soft orchestral music was playing in the background as waiters walked around with silver trays. You grabbed an elegant glass of champagne off one of them, your other arm hooked around Tim's.

Soon enough, you were immersed in another crowd of masked people, being subtly insulted. Noticing the Grand Master's entrance, you politely excused yourself from the group, walking in the direction of him.

You sat down at one of the white tableclothed tables, trying to eavesdrop on his small talk. Your eyes widened slightly beneath the white mask when you heard his footsteps in your direction.

"Care to dance, Miss?" He asked. His voice flowed, unlike most men's voices.

"Of course, Grand Master." You replied, taking his outstretched hand over to the floor where members of the court were dancing.

He placed his hands on your waist, and you placed yours on his cloaked shoulders. You began to dance in sync, engaging in conversation.

"So, Miss, may I ask your name?"

This caught you off balance. You couldn't say you were Y/N L/N, everyone knew her, and she definitely wasn't on the court. You quickly made up a name to answer his question.

"Elizabeth Jones, Grand Master." You reply curtly.

He gives a quick nod and leads you from the dancefloor. You look over to Tim, who's watching you intensely. He looks... Jealous? No, no, you're wrong, this is a mission. He wouldn't be jealous that you're carrying out your job. When he notices you looking back, he quickly looks away.

"I don't say, you do look incredibly beautiful." Comes the Grand Master's voice, which quickly gets you to refocus.

"Thankyou, Sir," you acknowledge.

"How about we leave this ball, and go somewhere more... Private?" He asks, with interest. These questions are getting more and more annoying. You decide to leave before this gets any weirder.

"I am terribly sorry, Grand Master, but I must be leaving, it is getting quite late-"

"-nonsense, come, I will-"

"-again, sir, I am incredibly sorry, but I do have to go."

The cloaked man pouches his shoulders back, and you can feel he narrows his eyes slightly beneath his mask.

"Of course, Miss Elizabeth, I look forward to our next meeting."

"As do I, Grand Master." You finish, giving a small curtesy before hurrying back to Tim, grabbing his arm and leading him out back to the car.

"What's got you so mad, Y/N?"

"The Grand Master was trying to make a move on me. What. The. Actual. Crap. He's like, centuries old!" You reply after getting in the car. You pull your mask off and rip off your high heels, stretching your toes out.

"Okay, that's pretty odd. But did you get his name?"

"No. I didn't get anything. All he was interested in was me."

Tim pulled off his mask too and started the car.

The drive back to the Batcave was mostly silent, with you vowing to yourself you'd kill Dick if he didn't get the cookies you asked for.

When you got back, you angrily grabbed the silver platter Dick was holding which contained the cookies, and marched up to your room without a word.

You ripped off the dress and put on an oversized t-shirt and some sweatpants, grabbed your sketchbook and began to draw, munching on the cookies every so often.

Whenever you were angry, eating Alfred's cookies and drawing usually calmed you down. Some of your best art came from being angry.

To be honest, you didn't really know why you were so angry. Maybe it was because you were forced into a dress, you had to go on a mission with Tim and not let him know you had a crush on him, the Grand Master of the Court of Owls tried to make a move on you...

There were too many reasons to think about. Maybe it was just a collection of all of them that made you angry. But... It was something else. Something else was bothering you. And you didn't know why.

As you were shading one of the characters' ears, a soft knock came at the door. You ignored it and carried on drawing. So, naturally, the person came in.

You looked up to see who it was, and instantly recognised the blue eyes and mop of black hair. It was Tim.

You snorted and looked back down to your art, and carried on.

"Hey... Y/N?" He said, treading on dangerous ground.

"That's my name, whaddya need?" You answered, trying to keep your usually sarcastic and humorous demeanour.

Tim didn't reply, instead he sat down beside you and placed an arm around your shoulder.

"I-I'm sorry for leaving you alone with the Grand Master back there."

"Don't worry 'bout it."

"But I am, Y/N. A-and it's because I..." He trailed off.

"Have you been seeing Selina lately? Cat got your tongue? Spit it out, Timbo."

"I love you, Y/N. And I was jealous that he was alone with you."

"Well, I love you too. I've been waiting a long time to say that." You smiled, leaning into Tim's arm.

"How about we go bowling together or something tomorrow morning?"

"As in... A date?"

"Yeah, sure."

"In that case, it's a date." You replied, quickly pecking Tim's cheek.

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Wow that was long. Over 1000 words!

So I figured out how to post gifs so expect a lot of those

#sorrynotsorry

Stay crash,
Goldfinch67